The G.N.R. Steam Train Song Lyrics And Chords By Big Tom McBride. This song is all about a train service
that used to run in Counties Monaghan, Cavan and Donegal, alas these trains are long since gone mainly because of emigration.

[D]The [G]songs of Boxcar Willie, well they [A]take me back [D]again,To my[A] childhood days in Blaney
when I say my first [D]steam trainShe was [G]standing at the station with her [A]smoke stacked black [D]and tall,Then
she [A]left for Enniskillen then on to Done[D]gal.

The [G]first time that I rode this
train oh [A]how my poor hear [D]feltI was [A]just another emigrant on my way to Holy[D]headI was [G]leaving home that
morning to [A]seek fortune and[D] fameSo [A]I left Castleblaney on the GNR [D]Steam train.

Chorus[G]Farmers
working in the fields they always knew the[D] timeAs I [E]listened to her whistle as she thundered down the [A]lineShe
took[D] many folk away from home and [G]brought them back againBut [A]now she's gone forever, that GNR steam [D]train.

She carried freight and livestock from factries and from fairsShe also took the pilgrims to Lough Derg to say
their prayersGoing to an Ulster Final she was really loaded downAnd she steamed away from Ballybay to the game in
Clones Town.

Ah Taylors Tunnell is no more and the footbridge is now goneThere's a
row of Red Bricked houses where the railway gates once swongThere are many men in Blaney who wished they were kids againYou
could ''' ''' and loose your heart on the GNR steamtrain.

ChorusFarmers working in
the fields they always knew the timeAs I listened to her whistle as she thundered down the lineShe took many folk
away from home and brought them back againBut now she's gone forever, that GNR steam train.

And on her final journey she was shuttered to the sideThe people mourned her passing like a dear friend who had
died,I saw big men broken hearted, their tears fell like rainWhen they said goodbye forever to the GNR steamtrain.

So Boxcar blow your whistle and imatate your trainThe GNR or Western Union to me their both the sameThey
are now a part of history but their memories remainHow I'd like to stop and listen to the whistle of the train.

ChorusFarmers working in the fields they always knew the timeAs I listened to her whistle as she thundered
down the lineShe took many folk away from home and brought them back againBut now she's gone forever, that GNR steam
train.